Date: Sun, 11 Nov 2018 14:50:24 +0000 (UTC) From: Zakery Leigh Subject: TIM'S SON PETER (Authoritarian) This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex and is a fantasy. Always, always play safe and don't take chances -- condoms are your friend. If you have any comments, WHICH WOULD BE GREATLY APPRECIATED, please send them to zak556@aol.com. Enjoy! New Story for AUTHORITARIAN.... "TIM'S SON PETER" It was a cold fall morning; we'd just had a first major snowof the season. I'd just gotten off work, another strenuous day of utility work.I was more than ready for a beer and some relaxation. I knocked on Tim Reynold's front door; he'd invited me overfor beer and maybe a little football to unwind. His son Peter answered thedoor. Peter was about 5'6" a small frame, kind of thin, but a good-looking boy,blond curly hair, in his last year of high school. "Hey Peter," I started, "where's your dad?" "He had to go over to his mother's house to help withsomething I think," Peter replied. "Damn," I grunted, "He'd invited me over for a beer and thegame." "Well, the game's on and I can get you a beer okay," Petersaid. "Well," I responded, "are you sure?" "Yes, come on in Mr. Hardbent." I followed the young boy into the family room noticing thesubstantial cheeks of his young round ass. I smiled to myself. Wondered if hewas out fucking girls all the time like most guys in high school. "Have a seat Mr. Hardbent," he suggested, " I'll get you abeer - domestic or foreign? "Whatever," I replied a bit frustrated that Tom wasn't home.I did enjoy hanging out with him shooting the shit. Peter returned with a bottle and handed it to me. He wore apair of really loose fitting yellow board shorts, in a nylon material and hadon a sleeveless T-shirt croppedabove his navel. I could see he had a tight flat smooth stomach and a fineblond trail of hair that led down inside the shorts. He played soccer regularly;I'd been to a few of his games with Tom. "Here you go Mr. Hardbent," he smiledas he handed me the bottle Heineken. I chuckled at how formal he was inaddressing me that way. I always liked it. He either called me Mr. Hardbent orSir. "Aren't you gonna have one with me," I laughed. "Your dadwas supposed to have a beer with me and he's not here so...." "I don't know," Peter whined, "my mother would kill me." "Ahhhh," I kidded, "she's not here, go get one for you." "So, how old are you now Peter?" I asked. "Enjoying highschool life? Lots of girls I imagine." Peter blushed and didn't respond. We sat for a few minutes watching the game as I downed thefirst beer. Peter was still sipping on his. "Come on," I kidded, "bottoms up!"As he lifted the beer, I pushed the bottom up forcing him to gulp the lastcouple inches of the drink down. He spurted and nearly choked but did finishit. I laughed. "Good job," I kidded. "Go get us another." Peter wiped the beer from his chin that had escaped andsaid, "I don't know, that's probably enough for me." "Nonsense," I snapped, " I don't like drinking alone, nowget US another!" I gave the kid my `Serious' face and he did as commanded,got two beer and sat down next to me again. Soon we'd finished three bottles each and I could see theboy was already buzzed. I guess he didn't run around drinking like his dad and Idid in high school. I stood up to grab the remote and when I sat back down I satdown almost on Peter's lap, pulling his board shorts tight against his thighand under my butt. He tried to move away, but the nylon material of his shortsheld him next to me, our thighs wedged together. I could see the outline of hisdick, it looked like he wasn't wearing any underwear. "So tell me about your lovelife," I quizzed, "getting anyyet?" He blushed again, some from the embarrassing question butalso from the effects of the alcohol. "Nahh," he sighed. "Why not," I pushed, "I had pussy all the time at your age.And at your age that's all guys think about." He didn't answer and tried to move sideways. With the material pulled tight I couldsee the outline of his cock under his shorts, resting against his thigh. `Nice'I thought, boy's hung. As he raised his bottle to his lips, I again pushed upto make him finish it. He choked and spurted a mouthful all down his front andon his shorts. "Oh man," I laughed, "sorry kid. What a mess. You'd betterget those wet shorts off. Don't want to make the sofa smell like beer. Yourmother WILL kill you." "It's okay," Peter added," it'll dry." "No," I replied, "I insist, stand up and well slide thoseshorts off and lay them across the coffee table. They'll be dry in no time." "No, please, Mr. Hardbent, really, I don't mind. They're notthat wet." "NO," I barked, "I insist and I'm not taking no for ananswer. Don't want you to get in trouble." "I'll just run upstairs and put on something else," Peterpleaded. "Don't be silly," I snapped again, "stand up!" "But Mr. Hardbent, sir," he whined, "I... I don't have anyunderwear on. They were all dirty... I was waiting for the laundry. Please don'tmake me take these off." "Don't be silly boy," I mocked, " we're both guys, now standup." He slowly got to his feet as I grabbed the waistband of hisshorts and pulled them down and off. He had an impressive cock, probably 6"soft hanging in front of a perfectly hairless set of big balls sagging low andnestled behind his cock, over his thighs. The boy blushed again; I smiled. "Impressive," I commented,"and you're not fucking anyone yet?" "Well," he mumbled, "not really." I had to admire the sight, him naked from the waist down,just a short cropped t-shirt on, smooth tanned skin, hairless except for apatch of blond curls above his sizeable cock. My dick was throbbing hard watching him. I grabbed hold of my cock, "Look what you've made happen," Ilaughed. "Now what are we gonna do about this? You've got a great body thereboy," I commented, " turn around, let me see that ass." "What," Peter choked, surprised at the direction. "I said turn around," I yelled. "I'm used to peoplefollowing orders. And I don't think your dad would like you not doing as I say.And your father really knows how to follow orders." I laughed at the innuendo. The boy slowly turned around and revealed an almost perfectass, smooth, hairless, round, with dimples in the sides that accentuated onebeautiful site. "Take that shirt off too," I continued, "Let me see thewhole package." The boy stared, fear in his eyes from the confusion alongwith the dizzying effect of the beers. He pulled his shirt off and tossed itaside. I gave the cheeks of his ass a quick smack, the boy jumped and then Igave him another. "Did you father ever spank you bare butt," I asked. "Ummm," he stuttered, "Not really." I gave it another smack and then pulled him down on my lap.I held him tight against my chest admiring his naked body. "Please Mr. Hardbent," he cried, "Please let me get dressed.I can't do this." "You just do as I say," I whispered in his ear, "and I wonttell your dad that this was all your idea." The boy sat there quiet as I fondled his chest, his sweetround nipples, his abs and down through the thick blond curls of his pubs ononto his immediately hard cock. It was impressive, reaching I'd guess eightinches. "You like this," I again whispered in his ear. "Your cocksure likes it. How often do you jack off?" He didn't answer. I grabbed his balls and squeezed. "I saidhow often do you jack off." The boy winced and said every day. I smiled. "Has your dadevery played with your dick? Has he seen how big you are now? You're definitelybigger than your dad. I've seen his dick many times. Have you ever played withother guys?" "Well," I shouted. "No, Sir, Mr. Hardbent Sir," he squeaked, "My dad has neverplayed with me or seen it actually. And well... yes I've touched a buds dickonce, but just for a minute." "Did you like playing with another guy's cock? Did you suckit? Have you ever wanted to play with your dad's cock?" I asked as I strokedhis raging hard dick. "Well, I... well, I mean, well," he stammered. "Well what, damn it! Don't be a pussy, answer me," Ishouted. "Yes, I," he blurt out, "yes I did like touching it. And Ihave thought about playing with my dad's." "Thought so," I laughed, "I can tell a cocksucker when I seeone." "No, no," Peter argued, "I'm not a ... you know.. .. a....cocksucker." "We'll see," I said. I pushed him on the floor and told him to get on his knees. He did. Ithen undid my belt and slid my workpants to the floor, my boxers too. Peter just stared at my cock, which was grown hard anddemanding. His eyes were wide as he figured out what was about to happen. Igrabbed his head by the hair and told his to kiss and lick the head of my cock. He looked up to me; near tears, a pleading look as I pulledhis head forward. He pursed his lips and kissed the head of my cock closing hiseyes, his first cock to suck. I took my phone out of my shirt pocket andstarted taking pictures of him kissing my throbbing dick. I love more thananything breaking in a virgin mouth. If he only knew how many times I'd fuckedhis dad's mouth, and ass. I moaned as I pushed past his lips into his warm hotmouth. I felt his tongue push up on my cock as it slid deeper anddeeper inside the warmth. He gagged each time I pushed to the back of hismouth. I told his to relax when I reached his throat and swallow to minimizethe gagging, that he'd get used to it. I slid back and forth along his wettongue and then I heard him start to moan and begin moving against my thrusts.Then I felt his hands run up the sides of my legs and onto my asscheeks. I shotpictures as my cock disappeared in and out of his mouth, his warm hot mouth,his beautiful young face -- A newly born cocksucker! I noticed he had taken hold of his cock and was stroking asI fucked his mouth. "NO" I shouted. No jacking off till I give you permission.This is MY show and you'll do as I say. Understand?" He couldn't reply with my cock in his mouth so he justnodded. "Look at me," I directedand as he did, I shot a few more pics with my cock between his full pink lips. "Such a pretty boy," I commented. "I bet we could make youeven prettier." He looked up at me puzzled. I reach down after pulling mycock out of his mouth and pulled him up standing. I embraced him close, kissingthose red lips from the face fucking I'd been giving him. I kissed him deep,feeling his naked body against me, feeling his hot round ass. Slowly I moved myfingers down his ass crack and worked a finger inside his asspussy. He moanedas I moved into his hot warm ass. "Yes," I continued, "I bet we can make you even prettier. Iwant you to go to you mother's bedroom and find some sexy panties and a nightiemaybe to put on for me. And hurry up, I'd hate to spank that hot ass again." He looked at me strange, but for some reason knew that hehad no choice. He left and as I sat there I smiled at how much fun this was andhow glad I was that Tim wasn't home. I knew his son was gonna be a hell of alot more fun breaking in. A couple minutes later he walked back into the room. He waswearing a pair of pink panties with black lace trim. I could see his hard cockthrough the thin transparent material. He was also wearing a matching nightie,see -through pink with black lace. I was a bit surprised that his mother hadsuch a sexy outfit, and that he knew where to find it. I took my phone and started taking pictures of him in thesexy outfit, beautiful with his curly blond hair and smooth body. "Walk sexy," I demanded, "like thewhore you are. Let me see the hunger for cock in your eyes. Get over here andstart sucking my cock again." He crawled onto the couch on all four across to my cockwaiting, throbbing for this sweet young cocksucker, this slut ready to beused. He took my cock back in hismouth and as he sucked I took more shots of him sucking, well her sucking, ofhis cute ass through the pink sheer panties. He/she looked so natural dressedlike this. She began sucking with a passion, a natural. I wasn'tdirecting her anymore, she was sucking like a true whore. She really wanted it,loved it. I could see it in her eyes as she sucked like a tramp. There was nostopping her now. Then I pulled her up and handed her a tube of gel I'dbrought with me. "Put this all over my cock now," I demanded. She looked disappointedas I'd taken the cock away from her. She did as I'd told her and spread thelube all over my cock. She spent a great deal of time stroking it, as if shecouldn't part from having it in her hands. Then I pulled her onto my lap and sliding the panties to oneside, I held my demanding cock at the entrance to her pussy, his ass, andslowly pushed him down in my cock. He moaned and clenched my arms as I pushedhim down on my cock. Deeper and deeper it went into her/his ass. Soon he assitting on my hips, my cock fully buried inside of his pussy. I hugged him tight as he got used to my huge cock insidehim. I kissed and bit his neck as he moaned louder and louder. "Now fuck yourself on my cock," Iordered. "Show me how much youlove cock, how much you love MY cock in your pussy. DO IT!" Slowly he began to raise and lower himself on my cock, allthe way up, all the way down, all the way up, all the way down. Faster and faster he rode my cock,faster and harder, slamming down each time to maximize his pleasure, my pleasure.I shot pic after pic as he fucked himself with my dick. As he became my WHORE!. It continued until I couldn't hold out any further, I heldhim tight against me as I literally exploded inside of him breeding his sweetass, her sweet pussy. And as I shot inside him filling him with cum, his cockexploded too inside his mommy's panties, wave after wave of hot cum stained thefront of the sexy pink panties. I held him tight as the passion subsided as my cock began toshrink and popped out of his ass. I held him tight for a minute, kissing his neckand biting his earlobes. "Good cocksucker," I whispered in his ear. "You are acocksucker right?" I asked. "Yes," he signed, "I am your cocksucker, I love you." "Now clean my cock bitch," I demanded. Without hesitation, he bent back down and sucked my cock,cleaning it dry, me shooting more pictures. As I walked out the door, he was still sitting on the couchin his mothers underthings, running his fingers into the wet cum oozing out ofthe front of the panties. "Good-bye Mr. Hardbent," he sighed. I smiled, couldn't wait to show his father the pictures. The End